Tonight at Tom Thumb

Tonight at Tom Thumb I saw yellow calla lilies and bright rusty orange daisies and creamy white roses. I found shampoo with aloe and wondered how it would smell in the shower. I like to write poems about showering with other guys in locker rooms with the shower heads all in one communal space. It’s not necessarily erotic just happy guys lathering and singing and pissing and farting and scrubbing together without animosity and toxicity.